Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two lovers meet, PWP
Disclaimer: GL owns Obi, what a shame. Thanks El.
It was the usual; another boring, official cocktail reception which you had been forced to attend because your father, Senator Markell, was throwing it. Being the youngest and still unmarried daughter had its privileges, but also its penance you mused as you sipped your wine and glanced around the room. This was your duty, to be on public display during such functions; a role you played well. One good thing was that the music was soothing, the food plentiful, the libations exquisite; but still your body and soul ached. It had been weeks since your lover had left for a mission off planet. You missed him beyond comprehension; never had you felt such emptiness at being left behind.
As you make idle and polite conversation with the attending guests, your heart suddenly begins to race. You could have sworn the dulcet tones of your Jedi lover's voice had drifted across the room, floating high above the tide of petty talk.
Slowly, your eyes scan the room, with intensity but yet an ease, which you must project. For your lover is a secret to all, a secret which you both hide from the world. Yet, it's a secret you both wish to scream from the highest spires on Coruscant, for the love you feel for each other is amazing. But the truth is, both your lives allow for little in the way of love; duty is first and foremost in your life.
Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes lock with his teal gaze, watching you intently from across the crowded room. His gaze alone is that of pure desire as he watches your every move while still carrying on a conversation with one of the Senators. The smile, which threatens to give yourself away, is stifled back as you quickly look to the glass of wine, which you cradle in your hand.
Just having this man in the same elaborate and crowded ballroom sets your soul aflame. Thoughts of what this man's whispered touch alone can do to your body floods your brain. You bring the wineglass to your lips and coyly glance at your lover as the sweet, warm wine glides across your tongue. His eye contact makes it quite evident that his thoughts have turned to the physical pleasures as well, as they blaze a deep green. That is one thing you learned early on about your lover. His arousal is clearly evident in his eyes as they burn a radiant green, threatening to disrobe you with his gaze alone.
Damn protocol, damn duty. The need to feel his touch, to taste of his lips, to feel his strong body against yours is too overpowering. Silently, you slip from the room to retreat to the privacy of your suite on the upper level. One last look to your lover and you find him gone, swallowed into the massive crowd.
"What took you so long?" A voice from the shadows huskily asks as you enter the bedroom, the sound of his voice making you shiver in need. "You are so beautiful, love, I've missed you...I've needed you," Obi-Wan confesses with lust laced in his voice.
Suddenly a gasp is torn from your lips as your lover prowls like a predatory cat from the shadows and in you direction. He is completely nude and his desire for you evident in his state of arousal as his engorged shaft curves to his belly. A heartbeat later he stands before you, his lips claiming your own in a kiss so deep and demanding the moan of pleasure you release brings a flood of need to your overwrought body. A need that rages like a wildfire out of control and the only relief is to have this man pleasuring you till you scream his name in passion. Foreplay is out of the question this night as the sounds of the party below drift upon the cool night breeze of your open window. Obi-Wan's hands make quick work of freeing your body from your binding clothing.
With hands that tremble with need, he pulls you to the bed where you quickly take command and forcefully push him back against the smooth silk sheets. With the grace of a feline you straddle his hips with your back facing him. His hands crave the feel of your skin as he lightly rakes his nails across the sensitive flesh of your lower back.
His erection throbs with the pulse of life as your fingers wrap around his shaft, eliciting a guttural moan from his lips. You lick your suddenly dry lips before running the index finger of your opposite hand across the weeping head to capture his essence as he tries to move beneath you. Slowly, you bring the finger to your lips and groan in delight at the taste of sweet ambrosia. Obi-Wan growls at the sight after bracing himself upon his elbows trying to steal a glimpse at your actions. Every move you make elicits a deep rumble of need from your lover and it's like honey to your soul.
Neither of you can wait a second longer as you position yourself over his shaft and guide him deep within. His hands tightly clutch the curve of your hips as your mutual moans of pleasure echo across the dimly lit room. Your body screams in delight as you take him inside you, inch by glorious inch, till you're dizzy with lust. From this angle of entry he stimulates you in new and erotic places with each thrust, and you control the movements as you glide yourself over his throbbing erection.
Obi-Wan can't control himself any longer and he bends his knees to gain leverage to thrust his hips into you roughly. A loud cry of pleasure escapes your lips as the sensation of his deep and demanding thrusts nearly overpower you.
"Hells, love, you are exquisite!" Obi-Wan purrs as you lean slightly forward and grasp his knees with your hands while he forcefully clutches the soft skin of your hips. Guiding you up and down his shaft with wild abandon, his hips continue to meet your demands.
You scream his name as your orgasm hits you like a lightning strike. All coherent thought escapes you as your inner muscles constrict around him and wave after wave of pure pleasure bombards your body. You hear your name chanted into the night and Obi-Wan's seed warms you deep within as his thrusts become erratic until you are both completely sated, body and soul.
Slowly you pull away from his body and the muscles in your thighs quiver in protest. You bite your bottom lip at the sudden loss of him as you collapse against the cool sheets, then sigh contently as you hear Obi-Wan's warm chuckle. The warmth of his body against yours makes you smile as he lazily leans against you, nuzzling your neck as he drapes a leg possessively across your thigh.
"Love you," he whispers against the sensitive skin beneath your ear. The soft lyrical music from the party surrounds you both like warm water.
"This is bliss," you whisper before rolling into his embrace and kissing the salty skin of his stubbled cheek before drifting off to sleep.
